14. All Too Sudden （Ethan） #2
“Not exclusively! I mean, Mr. Sneed left quite an inventory behind, so we’ll still be selling everything from ancient history to old-school mysteries and science books for the college kids.
But viral fiction, it’s a big market with a lot of leverage.
” Her head tips back as I slide a finger over her clit.
Her pussy quivers as I drag my finger down.
She’s so fucking wet for me my breath stalls in my throat.
“We… we might niche down more if this works out. Not sure yet.”
“Sounds like it’s worth a try.”
Same for the way I tease her cunt, pushing two fingers into her wet heat.
“I have big—big plans!” she gasps, gripping my shoulders. I feel her tremble. “A grand reopening, when the time comes.”
“And the name, Pages? That’s your biggest problem. Sneed’s out of the picture.”
“Um, we’re… we’re working on it. Margot’s helping me brainstorm. Right now, we’re leaning toward something like Pages and Sage.”
“Very personal.” I blow on the shell of her ear, holding my fingers in her, stroking her walls so slowly. “Are you excited?”
“Yes! Oh God.”
Her voice ends in a squeak as my hand thrusts deep. My cock jerks like mad, watching her redden.
“I’d like to reopen once we’re back from our honeymoon, before it gets too cold and the tourists drop off. If we’re back by fall, I mean…”
The honeymoon, fuck.
I haven’t given it much thought—the wedding planner suggested we come up with something on our own, and we’ve been too busy working to think about it.
“We can be back then if you want.” I fuck her slowly with my fingers, watching as her eyes turn glassy.
No one sees what I’m doing, no one but me, and it makes my blood molten.
I can smell her scent.
“Ethan,” she moans, shifting her hips restlessly against me.
“Let’s talk about the honeymoon now,” I demand, adding more pressure with my thumb. We’ve been fucking long enough for me to know exactly how to play her.
All the secret buttons that get her off.
“What… what about it?” She squeezes my hand between her thighs.
“I’m thinking somewhere close to home. Cabins in upper Quebec or Nova Scotia?”
It isn’t important, really.
We have the budget to go anywhere on earth.
Anywhere I end up with my ‘wife’ under a blanket will do.
“Okay, y-yes.” Her voice hitches as she trembles, already on the edge of coming real sweet for me.
“Focus, Pages. What do you want?”
“Y-you know,” she whines, and I grin. “Please let me come.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I drag my fingers against her inner walls and she collapses against me, convulsing as her orgasm hits full force.
My free hand grabs her face, covering her mouth to muffle her cries.
Goddamn, I love it when she bites me.
Holding her close, I hide her, making sure no one at the helm gets a glimpse of what’s for my eyes only.
Our little secret with the sea.
But I’ve had enough.
The hellfire in my blood makes me want her spread out under me, legs apart, those glorious breasts free to suck as long and hard as I want.
I want to make her squirt on my mouth.
“About that honeymoon,” I growl once she’s recovered.
“Holy shit, anywhere. Anywhere with you is fine.” She stares up at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. “Wherever you think you can make me feel like this.”
“That can be arranged.” I scoop her up in my arms, loving the hot little gasp of surprise she gives as she wraps her arms around my neck.
She always thinks she’s so heavy with her mom’s twisted opinions, but nothing could be further from the truth.
I want her to stop worrying about her size and shape and start realizing how beautiful she is. If she sees herself in a new light by the end of our fakery, my work will be done.
She kisses me the whole way back to the ship’s cabin.
Inside the master suite, I lay her down on the double bed, thankful Gramps never skimped on the furnishings. When we were kids, we always used to get the cabins with the singles, but now it’s just us and this big bed is mine.
Laughing, she folds her legs around my waist. I pull her dress up and help her wiggle out of it, then her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I take her nipple in my mouth and tug until she gasps. Her hips shift. I already know her pussy is soaking, dripping for me like honey. “Are you going to make a mess on these sheets?”
“Only on your side.” She squeals as I turn her over and smack one luscious ass cheek.
“Brat, be careful.”
She pumps her ass at me. “Is that so bad?”
I lean over her, loving the feeling of her naked skin against my clothes, even if my outfit feels stifling with the lust racing through my veins.
“Want me to show you how bad you are?”
She shivers. “Yes, please.”
I twist her around, positioning her head at the end of the bed, and unzip my fly, pulling my cock out. A bead of fluid glistens on the tip, and she licks her lips when she sees it.
“Show me. No using words,” I whisper.
She pushes herself up into a sitting position, crossing her legs so I can see her pussy, and reaches for me. “I want to taste you, Ethan.”
Too happy to oblige.
My cock slides between her pretty pink lips and I watch the way her eyes glaze as she struggles to take me deep.
There might be men in this world who don’t enjoy choking a woman with their size.
I’m not one of them.
“Good girl.” I thread her hair until it’s fisted. “That’s fucking right, Pages, inch by inch. Everything you can manage.”
She moans her agreement.
Her left hand strays down to her clit, and I allow it, rubbing in slow circles as she sucks.
Her other hand works the base of my cock, following the movements of her mouth, small pumps that quickly devolve into a steady wet suction.
The most fucking erotic thing ever.
It’s not the first time I’ve used her mouth.
I don’t care how many times she sucks me off, it’s still mystical seeing her green eyes flicker with desire, the way she moans around my cock, sparking this energy vibration that cuts me in two.
It’s like she makes a spectacle of my size, struggling deliciously, reminding me I’m almost too big for her.
Insane.
And I’ll never get sick of it as long as I live.
As long as we’re together.
Another lethal thought, but I don’t have time to dwell on it as her hold on my dick tightens, pumping desperately, her rhythm perfect with her mouth as she works low to my balls.
Damn.
“Fucking hell, Hattie,” I grind out, my hips rolling forward on instinct, thrusting automatically. “You want me to come down your throat?”
The hand on my balls gives another squeeze before she moves to my thighs, her nails digging in.
That’s a yes, then.
But while I half want to spill in her mouth while she gets herself off, I’m more interested in her pussy, this psycho need to claim what’s mine.
She’s very good at wrecking my senses, reducing me to an animal.
I need to be inside her right the fuck now.
With other girls, I’m not like this.
With her, it’s this mad urge, this need to thieve one climax after the next from her greedy little pussy when she comes on my cock.
I don’t let myself slow down to ask why.
With the hand in her hair tightening to slow her rhythm, which throws me closer to an orgasm I’m not ready for, I pull out of her mouth.
My cock gleams and she licks her lips.
“You taste so good.”
“Who’d have thought you were such a filthy slut for me?”
“But you love it.” She lies back and spreads her legs, smiling.
What the fuck have I done to her?
There’s no sign of the shy bookish thing Margot reintroduced into my life. Not when she’s splayed out in front of me like a seven-course dinner.
I know it’s my fault, and there’s an evil pride in that.
I’ve unlocked a sexual demon or a goddess. I’m not sure which yet.
I yank off my shirt and my pants, stripping down before I crawl up over her.
“I love what I see right now,” I say.
And I love that you’re mine until this is over.
I love that I’m going to be obsessed with fucking my wife daily.
I don’t dare say that shit out loud.
I’m not that stupid.
This isn’t about making her mine for real.
It’s about enjoyment, the stress relief, making the best of this weird situation that suddenly isn’t torture.
She’s so wet, I push into her with a single thrust, the head of my cock stretching her soft cunt.
Instant heaven.
Best fucking thing that could ever happen.
Better than her mouth, even, and that was so good I almost blew my nut down her throat.
“Shit,” she breathes, angling her hips so I can bottom out in her depths.
I brush the hair back from her face. “How good does that feel?”
“Amazing.” Her eyes flutter closed. “So good.”
She’s got that right.
“So damn good,” I repeat, thrusting inside her again with an animal urge. “So fucking good, Hattie.”
I hate how I can’t hide it, how pussy-drunk this woman makes me.
She has the power to make me lose my goddamn mind like no one else.
I bend down to suck on her nipple, growling into her skin.
First one, then the other.
Her hands scrape my scalp as she slides her fingers through my hair, even though there’s not much to grab on to.
Maybe I’ll grow it out one day for her like I did when I was younger.
Only for her.
Stupid, crazy thought, but there are no limits to this fever.
We’re burning hour after hour fucking our wits away.
And today, I fuck hard.
Her hands move to my shoulders, nails digging in for support.
She’ll leave ribbons if she isn’t careful, and she doesn’t even seem to be aware. Her eyes are wide, her mouth half-open, her gasps coming faster and faster.
Like I said, art.
And the world falls away under me.
This doesn’t just feel like sex anymore.
Yes, we’re fucking, and it’s unbelievably good, but the tightness in my chest isn’t just the pleasure hammering through my heart.
She moves under me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Nothing else exists in the moment except her little pussy hugging my cock.
There’s nothing but my hips colliding with hers.
Just us, just this wanton destruction, just a hungry, greedy drive to possess each other.